Sunday, January 11, 2015

This is 30.

I woke up on the morning of my birthday to the sound of the alarm on my phone.And, it was alarming because it wasn’t the sound of a little one jabbering in her bed.Then, there was a feeling of excitement knowing that she had slept through the night despite a cold that has been wearing her down.

This is 30.

I got out of the shower in time to hear the jabbering that I had missed at 6 am.And, it wasn’t long before that jabbering turned to crying.The crying lead to a conversation regarding to daycare or not to daycare.And, that conversation quickly changed to a comparing of calendars and a decision on who could afford to stay home and who could not.

This is 30.

There was coffee with said crying baby on the hip while dialing up the doctor for a last minute appointment.There was a quick hand-off of the baby before rushing to the office for a few meetings.There was a double ear infection confirmation and the commencement of antibiotics.There was a change of plans from a lunch date to take-out and another quick hand-off.All before noon.

This is 30.

The thing is, this is definitely not twenty.This is chaos that I’m so thankful for.If it wasn’t for a career that I’m blessed to have and love, I wouldn’t have deadlines that I would be juggling – and missing and meeting depending on the day.If it wasn’t for meeting a fantastic partner that I’m so fortunate to have married, I wouldn’t have someone with which to compare calendars - someone who loves me even when I’m frazzled.And, on a different day in a different year, I thought I wouldn’t have a little one to jabber at me, wake me in the night and smile at me in the morning.

This is 30 and 30-something :)

This is 30.

This is a time when each small, unplanned inconvenience allows for reflection and thanksgiving.It’s a time where enough life has been experienced to appreciate what you have while anticipating all that’s still to come.So, this isn’t twenty (thank God), this is 30.And, well, 30 feels pretty damn good.